It's a funny thing: as I run, I'm writing. Proseful, enlightened, intelligent thoughts. When I finally sit down to capture my day, I'm often just too tired to worry about it.
The ground was wet with rain, this morning as I set out. JE came with me to my early morning appointment. As part of a multifaceted physical, I had some advanced imaging done this morning. That was the worst part of my day. JE took me to breakfast, dimsum at Capital Seafood in Diamond Jamboree. Those were the best shumai I've ever had. And I'll admit that we went to 85c and got bread. Multigrain with walnuts and raisins (and sugar in there by the buckets, I'm sure). It was the perfect breakfast to go set a new distance record. Fifteen miles! We ran happy, sucking on lemons from the lemons grove during the long stretches between drinking fountains.
We've been sucking lemons for a couple of weeks, now. The lemons act as little pouches of über thirst quenching juice. When rolled around in hand and pinched within an inch of its life, the juice is released from the pockets and a quick bite on the end unleashes all that goodness straight up. Last week, on our fun run, we sat in the grove, sucking lemons, watching a blimp fly down near Santiago Canyon the disappear as it headed out toward the coast. I'm not sure who is flying that thing, but I need on it! Life list, right there. It wasn't the Goodyear blimp, either!
Last Saturday, I didn't even want to run. My body has been under a load of stress, and has been revolting when I threaten any distance. It's just nerves, I tell myself and push forward anyway. So last week, I set a limit: run eight and enjoy it. Eight is no small fete but completely doable. And so we ran. All weekend, we lounged around and just took some time to reconnect to each other, our home, and our estranged cats. It was the first truly relaxing weekend we'd had together in months.
As I alluded earlier, I found a doctor. Finding the right doctor is akin to dating, I think. I have certain expectations and hopes. I take those to the doc's office and hopefully ask the right questions to discovering if this person and her opinions, practice, and expertise is something I could live with for the next so many years. My expectation was that this doc was old school enough to prescribe drugs as a last resort, not a quick fix. Check. My hope was that she would be compassionate and as caring as insurance companies allow her to be. Check. She blew me away. She listened to my complaint, talked to me about it, resolves my concerns in a compassionate manner. When I told her my previous doctor had only prescribed a muscle relaxer, she said, " Oh, that's not what you need. We need to get you into physical therapy so we can treat this old injury and allow it to heal." She, too, is a runner.
Recently, to help with my post run pain, I've been wading out into the unheated pool in my area and walking around for twenty minutes. The water is incredibly clear and cold. I am usually out there wading up to my waist, my upper half shrouded in my warm blue fuzzy fleece. I look ridiculous but, it seems to work fairly well.
Gram's tomorrow. She hasn't been well and it is affecting her spirits. We are borrowing our neighbor's small dog to take to visit her. She will love it.
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